'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to
utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
Henry IV (2.4.227-9)

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you
sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
Henry IV (2.4.227-9)